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6:10 a.m. Yoga club. Well, that’s what I’ve named us anyway. My friend
Jenny (who also happens to be our child care provider, homeschool expert and
all around great person) and I decided to start going to Yoga at 6 a.m. because
an awesome woman in the community was offering free classes. Okay, so they aren’t really free. They are “donation” based – but a
donation is far better than paying $100 a month for the gym in the off chance
I’ll get up. Plus – I feel a lot guiltier skipping out on the “free” yoga
because this sweet woman is giving her time to a small group of women and
doesn’t expect to be paid for it. I WANT to go so that she gets a donation.
It’s a weird reasoning. Anyway. We get up at 5:30 a.m. after probably only sleeping 4 hours
(Jenny has four kids and I have two, so there isn’t a whole lot of hours to get
to ourselves so going to bed early is always out!) and we drive the 15 minutes
over to the lake front park to be there by 6:10. The sky is still dark when …

It’s been said that it will kill the tree - the lazy Spanish
moss that drapes itself over the Southern Oak towering across the street. I
walk, feeling the Florida evening air blow around me, it’s humid in it’s
breath, with just a whisper of cool -- and I listen while the setting sun plays
kaleidoscope as it glints through the branches.
Then I hear the words.“You are like that tree. “ Five minutes earlier I was talking on the
phone with my best friend and teasing that my cell phone would die soon. “Oh, no,”
I said.“I’m about to be alone with my
thoughts, this is an extroverts worst nightmare!” But, I know it needed to
happen. I knew it was time to hear.
You are like that tree.
Southern. Stout. Proud. Strong. Firm Foundation. When the
wind blows you easily sway, never rocked at the roots. You are like that tree.
However, Life -- Life is the Spanish moss.
Wrapped around your limbs, pulling at the branches. Growing,
stretching, and yes, sometimes even sucking the very essence of being …